Wild Zone (Rough Riders Hockey 4)

With his button open and his zipper down, she pushed one hand into his pants, under his briefs and circled his hardening cock.

“Jesus Christ, Liv…”

She framed his face with her other hand, tilted her head and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Fuck she needed him. And he was way too interested in driving.

“Tate…” she whined. She didn’t even care how needy she sounded. “Just fucking park. I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the road.”

The truck bounced a little and Tate didn’t even have in park before Olivia unsnapped both their seatbelts, scooted toward the passengers side and pulled on his arm. “Come here.”

Instead of scooting with her, he twisted, caught her head in one hand and held her steady as he kissed her hard. His growl rolled through her mouth down her throat, and she whimpered. She couldn’t think. Her body was on fire. Aching from the roots of her hair to the balls of her feet. She just needed him inside her. Loving her the way only he could do it. So completely.

His hand slipped down her back, across her hips and pulled her under him at the same time he moved over her. She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet her open mouth. Spread her thighs to take his hips and lifted toward him. Moaned when he met her pressure.

He tore his mouth away, gasping for air.

“Fuck, Tate, inside, inside insid—“ his heavy hand stroked between her legs and her mouth dropped open on a cry. He pushed inside her, rough and deep. “Yes.” She arched, fisted his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers.

Then his fingers were replaced by the long hard thick hot glorious naked length of him in one hard, swift plunge.

“Ah God…” she arched and lifted into him. “Fu-u-uck yes.”

He paused and Olivia writhed against him. She opened her eyes, frantic for more. He was looking at her with a wild expression, hair a mess, eyes glittering. “Are you on birth control?”

She shook her head, trying to understand. “What?”

“Birth. Control.”

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, “I can’t think.” When he growled with lust filled impatience she repeated. “Birth control, yes. The pill. Always use a condom too. Always, always, always, always, always…” Until now. “Fuck.”

“Want me to put one on?”

“Nooooooo,” she groaned the word, shaking with need. “Want to feel you.”

The look in his eyes softened. His hand stroked over her hair, closed on the back of her neck. “You turn me fucking inside out, Liv.”

He didn’t pull out, but he moved inside her. “Oh my God.” Deep inside her. “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod—”

He rocked back, easing pressure on whatever had been threatening to rip her open with ecstasy. Her vision blurred. Her heart beat in her ears.

“Did you put an aphrodisiac in my wine?” she asked, breathless. “What. Is. This?”

His lips hovered just above hers. “This. Is. Us.”

She whimpered, and he moved, rubbing something inside her that made Olivia want to climb the walls. “Ahgod ahgod ahgod…” She stretched her hands overhead and pressed them against the door. “So fucking good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Jeezus… Tate, Tate, Tate.”

The orgasm slammed through her, straight down the middle of her body like a bolt of lightning. Tate started thrusting and climaxed seconds later. The power of his body pushed her across the seat until her head was up against the door. And when the storm settled, they were left a panting, sweaty, bundle of fatigue.

“Jesus Christ.” Tate whispered the words, pressed his elbow to the seat and dropped his forehead to his arm. “What the fuck, Liv?” He breathed hard and fast. “Where did that come from?”

She lowered her arms, stretched her legs and felt the burn of him still inside her. And smiled. Smiled the kind of smile that lit her up with joy from the inside out. A laugh of pure happiness bubbled out of her and Tate lifted his head.

“You didn’t turn off the truck,” she said, grinning.

He matched her smile. “You didn’t give me time.”

And they held each other’s gaze in what felt like the most intimate moment ever. So intimate, Olivia’s heart fluttered. The moonlight streamed through the windshield, making his features sharper and harder. He looked fierce, but his eyes told the whole story. They were flooded with the same kind of affection fizzing inside Olivia.

When their gazes held an extra second Olivia said, “I’ve never done that. Any of that.” She shook her head, a little surprised to realize everything about her time with Tate was a first—the amount of time she’d spent with him, the problems they’d navigated, how her affection for him made her desire stronger. “It was amazing.”